At bedtime last night Taz came up missing. I looked every where and in every conceivable place and he was just gone. I feared that he had somehow escaped the fence by crawling under it, but that would not be likely. Could he have gotten out some other way? I just couldn't think of a way he could have gotten out of the fence. I began to panic and retrieved my flashlight and went outside the fence to look for him. By the time I began to look for him it was simply too dark to do much good. My poor old heart just would not be able to stand the disappearance of the puppy. I decided to give the house one more going over. I checked all the cabinets, behind all the furniture, under all the beds. No Taz anywhere. Then I saw something out of the ordinary. The skirting on the couch, which sits about 4 inches off the floor, was a little bit askew. And as it turned out, Taz was under the couch asleep. I could have killed him.